The Ghost Of Razgriz

Amidst the eternal waves of time,
From a ripple of change shall the storm rise,
Out of the abyss peer the eyes of a demon,
Behold the Razgriz, its wings of black sheath.

The demon soars through dark skies,
Fear and death trail in its shadow beneath,
Until men united wield a hallowed sabre,
In final reckoning, the beast is slain.

As the demon sleeps man turns on man,
His blood and madness soon cover the earth,
From the depths of despair awaken the Razgriz,
Its raven wings ablaze in majestic light.

-The Cypher-

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A MaN In NaTuRE

For after all what is man in nature? A nothing in relation to infinity, all in relation to nothing. A central point in between nothing and all and infinitely far from understanding either. Eclipsing power is, at times, not only the instrument of demons, but also of god. All held the finite and infinite as unrelated. None could foresee that the history of the two would become one. Without beginning or end, the ring stretches to infinite. Then nothingness was not, nor existence. There was no air then, nor heavens beyond it. Who covered it? Where was it? In whose keeping? Was there then cosmic water, in depths unfathomed? Amidst the blue skies, a link from past to future. The sheltering wings of the protector... The flames of hatred scorch the skies, igniting Gaia's funeral pyre...

-The Cypher-

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